Summer for me was unexpectedly hard, confusing and often lonely. I know its official end is several weeks away, but I think most of us feel it cease when the last days of August fade away and September begins. With that in mind, I welcomed Labor Day weekend with a fragile yet open heart; open to the possibilities of a new season and eager to put some of this pain behind me. It turned out to be everything I had hoped for.
Monday was a beautiful day. A soft, unseasonable rain fell. The sound of thunder filled the graying sky. I got to spend each cozy, leisurely hour cuddling my furry babes and holding my husband’s hand as we watched the storm bathe our garden and backyard. The day was one long, delicious moment, the kind that reminds you of your blessings and how love knows no end; the kind that shows you the healing power of acceptance. It was, in a word, perfection.
I realize that not all problems in this life are solvable. No matter how much I hope and pray things can and will be different, some things are just not meant to be. I live with a disease for which there is no cure. Being sick has delayed important decisions, about my direction, my next book and what it is exactly that I do next. But when I step away from these self-imposed expectations it is very clear to me. It’s simple really. None of these so called important decisions have to matter right now. They will, when the time is right. For now, for however long I need, I just need to take each day as it comes, recognize the gift that is each moment, take care of myself and be happy.
Acceptance isn’t about surrender. Acceptance is about seeing opportunity in adversity. It is about nurturing a joyful spirit. It is about allowing hope to blossom in unprecedented and unexpected ways. It is about gravitating toward what makes you feel alive, and appreciating the simplest things, because the simplest things are pretty darned amazing when you think about it.
I am beyond grateful that my spirit is in a better place now, and I look forward to the gift of the upcoming fall season. Friends, I hope it is a time of joy, faith and gratitude for all of us.
Have a beautiful week, and a beautiful month.